A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

the one who picked the name

with windows

snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in

year round, no

looking outside. His thin stature made the

doctor had almost given up

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

was standing behind him with a glass of water and

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

he had not

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

twitched when he

and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

favorite

suggested, “How

to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never

I better not call

to give

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him and swallowed

a nurse came in to help put

Mark looked sideways at the

weaker and

asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

Alexis. He dreamed that

almost given up on

alive. He had lived two

him with a glass

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he had

while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

twitched when

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

also her favorite food,”

in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena

this, he began to fumble in his pocket

then, he stopped and shook

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was

better not call her,” he said to

to give Cecilia too

Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

took the medicines from him

and a nurse came in to help put on

was done, Mark

phone got weaker and

fall asleep nowadays. This time,

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

much like that of

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got

in

in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point,

room were white, just like the

closed his

felt he needed

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt

probably gone to buy the pumpkin

a plump foreign nurse

wanted to return home. He

those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to

he knew he couldn’t change anything for

give up as long as he was

even if he wouldn’t

stay strong and

was finding it difficult to go back

sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

wanted to go there because he

pale fingers trembled as he thought

came back to the

run into a snowstorm on his way, so he was practically

The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

the paper planes Mark

paper planes and smiled at him,

some of your pumpkin

Mark only actually took a Little

was not more than

putting it in his mouth, he put

narrowed his eyes

to go back home and have a family reunion,” he

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will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see

Mark’s

around 4

caller ID.

Edwin misses you,”

broke into

silly boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It

sounded a little

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

had given birth to a girl

so violently that he

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope

for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia,

sacrificed too much in the first half of his life.

Mark sniffed and put down

he never even dared to

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark had

“What happened?” he asked.

the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he did a fist pump in

said

of the new year. And Olivia

agreement and began to stroke one

back home to see Cecilia and their

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a glance

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